""May"? You definitely need to see a medic of some sort. I'm really sorry 'bout the headbutt. It was a heat of the moment thing, y'know battle rage going and, well, sorry." Dimitri said sheepishly as he started to help her walk out of the door. He wasn't sure if most of what he'd said had gotten through to Molly given her condition, however Dimitri still felt it was necessary to apologize a few times for what he'd done, and in all likely hood he'd do it again once Molly was patched up. The cyborg, having memorized the more important sections of the school along with his class locations with the help of a map he'd snagged prior to orientation, paused to recall where precisely the med bay was. It took a few seconds, but the location came to him, "You're in luck, we're not too far from the infirmary. A few halls down and you'll be back to normal in no time champ.". Giving the co-headmaster a small nod, Dimitri helped Molly exit the class and gently guided her with a nudge to the left and down the hall.

Jin had retreated to the roof of the school, where they sat, barely visible in a corner. It was peaceful up high. Jin had never liked anything more than looking down at the city and watching it go by, watching it from where nothing could hurt. Weakness wasn't allowed when Jin was growing up. Weakness and sickness meant a quick death if you weren't careful, or a slow death if you weren't careful and were also extremely unlucky. Despite not having slept on a sidewalk for nearly 6 years, the lessons were embedded deep into Jin's mind. There was no easy way to let others help, or even see them in a weak state. It was embarrassing enough to faint, but to have Leon step in like that... Unacceptable. There was the sound of a distant bell, and Jin wiped their wet face with a sleeve. Yanking the hood back up over their short hair, they headed back toward the school, squaring slim shoulders against whatever teasing would come. But first, they had to find Leon and thank him. He had been kind, even if it was incredibly embarrassing.

Ryan confirmed inked walking down the hallway when he saw Dimitri and Molly walking down the hallway. He put on his metaphorical mask of bliss and walked near them. "You guys got your asses handed to you." He stated simply.

Despite Ryan coming over and giving his two cents about Dimitri and Molly's current conditions, Dimitri let out a soft chuckle but did not stop walking. "Eh, you can't win every fight you get into. Life doesn't work that way, y'know?" He said as he took a second to glance at his still sparking wrist before returning his gaze to Ryan, "Luckily for me I can't feel pain anymore. My biggest complaint is that these repairs'll probably take me the rest of the day once classes are over.".

"True." Ryan replied. "I find pain is a good motivator. You tend to get better when you feel pain. You know why? You get better so you can avoid that pain." Ryan explained as took out a hand held mirror and observed himself. "Pain motivated me to become one of the deadliest weapon weilders in the world."

Molly lets out a groan and balances her weight between Dimitri and her hammer. Her head was still swimming and she felt as if her brain was leaking into her back and shoulders, feeling the warmth leave her head and trickle out into the open air. Dimitri spoke to her, and only because he was so close could she hear him clearly. His voice was a warbling, muted mess but she could make out the words clearly enough.

""May"? You definitely need to see a medic of some sort. I'm really sorry 'bout the headbutt. It was a heat of the moment thing, y'know battle rage going and, well, sorry."

She lazily rolled her head and waved a hand. "Don' worry 'bout it, i's my faul'd for turnin' m' back an' gettin' caught up with jus' one opponent. Y' ain't done nothin' wrong. Wat'r unduh th' bridge." Try as she might have to nudge him in the side, she only succeeded in flapping in her arm in his general direction. It really was a pathetic display. But through her one eye, she caught a figure coming up to them and could hear the warped hums of speech through the ringing in her ears. As she stepped shakily, she tried to focus her hearing and discern something from what he was saying.

Ryan confirmed inked walking down the hallway when he saw Dimitri and Molly walking down the hallway. He put on his metaphorical mask of bliss and walked near them. "You guys got your asses handed to you." He stated simply. "True." Ryan replied. "I find pain is a good motivator. You tend to get better when you feel pain. You know why? You get better so you can avoid that pain." Ryan explained as took out a hand held mirror and observed himself. "Pain motivated me to become one of the deadliest weapon weilders in the world."

She grit her teeth weakly as he gloated, trying to stare a hole through him with the one eye that wasn't glued together by blood. "Yeah'n a lotta good that didja. All ya did was stand there." She rolled her head with a groan and looked back up, "Why y' gotta gloat over'n injured gal, huh? That ain't cool..."

As the bell chimed, Jack stopped immediately, the disappointment evident on his face. Had he reacted sooner and dominated the hill, he could have won, but he let his mind get muddled. He would have looked up when Violet spoke, and he would smile a bit. "Yeah, looks like you guys win. I'll have to try much harder next time..." He would say almost to himself. He was still a bit sore over being the slowest speedster. Even the old man could out pace him, and he wasn't sure how he would get faster. Jack would walk over to Violet and offer her his hand. "What should we do now?"

Violet looks down at his hand and brushes passed it. After all that has happened, she doesn't really feel in the mood to talk to anyone. "Um," she starts. "I think I'm just going to go read a book in my room for a little bit. I don't really want to do anything at the moment." She turns and stalks to her room without saying anything else to him.

Since Dimitri had Molly taken care of James shook his head. That class was madness. How long before one of these classes killed someone. Ariella was still there. He checked his watch and it was getting close to noon. "Well this class didn't go quite like I thought it would. Thank God it's almost lunch time."

Shane was once again roaming the halls in search of something to get his mind off of the recent events which just occurred. This was probably the worst day of his life, he almost killed two of his classmates, lost his powers, found out he is possessed by some interdimensional demon thing, and now he was out of things to do. He could look for Ariella but figured after what went down it'd probably be best for him to stay away from the others for a little. That's when the thought finally hit him, he never spoke to Shadow after what happened in class. Should he go talk to her now? He wasn't the best at apologizing and he wasn't even sure if she'd let him speak before trying to kill him. "Come on Shane grow a pair", he said to himself before heading to class. When he arrived he found her to have already gone. "Sooo in her room then?", was his next guess. Only problem was he didn't know where her room was. Or did he? He looked around and found the roster laying on the bleachers. Casually walking by he glanced at the list but remembered Shadow was her alias. "Alright time to play the guessing game", he looked over the names and through serious guessing and elimination he singled out the name Violet as Shadow's real name. "Ok let's see how this goes" Shane exited the room and made his was to Violet's room. Once outside the door he knocked and waited for an answer.

Violet walks around the corner to the dorm rooms and sees Shane standing in front of her door. Memories flash across her mind of the tall creature during the game and she feels the pull of her necklace string on her throat. Her hand goes immediately to her throat, but she doesn't feel the string there. She looks down to see that her shadows are swirling like normal. She takes a deep breath and walks over to him, saying, "Do you need something?"

Shane quickly turns his head towards Violet. Now that she was here it was harder to say the words, "Alright just ease into it, it's not that hard Shane come on", he said to himself before taking a deep breath and exhaling. "Hey, I wanted to talk to you about what happened back in class. When I was...sorry I'm not used to talking like this", when it came to business or light hearted banter Shane was completely capable of holding a conversation. It was when serious talks occurred that he was as his weakest as he was forced to deal with his problems on his own and put aside empathy.

Dimitri shook his head as he walked, his expression growing somber, "I've had my fill of pain. Enough to last me a lifetime man." he said as he seemed to drift off somewhere for a few seconds. It was brief, but it almost appeared as though Dimitri were heavily depressed, however in a flash the look was gone and replaced once more by his smiling visage, "But, that's enough about me, the important thing is getting this one to the infirmary.". Once more returning his attention to Molly, Dimitri ducked down a bit and tried to shift his weight to make things easier for Molly, noting the fact that she was giving Ryan a pretty baleful glare, "C'mon now, don't sweat it. Save your energy for walking rather than getting angry. We're only a few yards away now.". Just as he stated, the med bay was only nine yards away now, and already Dimitri was fretting even more over what kind of damage he'd find out he'd done to one of his fellow classmates.

Molly lets out a groan and balances her weight between Dimitri and her hammer. Her head was still swimming and she felt as if her brain was leaking into her back and shoulders, feeling the warmth leave her head and trickle out into the open air. Dimitri spoke to her, and only because he was so close could she hear him clearly. His voice was a warbling, muted mess but she could make out the words clearly enough.

""May"? You definitely need to see a medic of some sort. I'm really sorry 'bout the headbutt. It was a heat of the moment thing, y'know battle rage going and, well, sorry."

She lazily rolled her head and waved a hand. "Don' worry 'bout it, i's my faul'd for turnin' m' back an' gettin' caught up with jus' one opponent. Y' ain't done nothin' wrong. Wat'r unduh th' bridge." Try as she might have to nudge him in the side, she only succeeded in flapping in her arm in his general direction. It really was a pathetic display. But through her one eye, she caught a figure coming up to them and could hear the warped hums of speech through the ringing in her ears. As she stepped shakily, she tried to focus her hearing and discern something from what he was saying.

Ryan confirmed inked walking down the hallway when he saw Dimitri and Molly walking down the hallway. He put on his metaphorical mask of bliss and walked near them. "You guys got your asses handed to you." He stated simply. "True." Ryan replied. "I find pain is a good motivator. You tend to get better when you feel pain. You know why? You get better so you can avoid that pain." Ryan explained as took out a hand held mirror and observed himself. "Pain motivated me to become one of the deadliest weapon weilders in the world."

She grit her teeth weakly as he gloated, trying to stare a hole through him with the one eye that wasn't glued together by blood. "Yeah'n a lotta good that didja. All ya did was stand there." She rolled her head with a groan and looked back up, "Why y' gotta gloat over'n injured gal, huh? That ain't cool..."

"I'm not gloating. I simply went to the nurses office before everyone else did. I was heavily injured from an attack as well." Ryan stated as if it was obvious. "I also have the advantage of a healing factor. Victory is the greatest bragging right of all time anyways, not who got injured the least. I could've gotten an arm chopped off, as long as I won I can brag about that." Ryan continued with a smile. "Anger is a good motivator as well."

Ariella noticed everyone leaving and then James. "Alright... I will be going now.." she said looking down at the ground, disappointed at herself because of her, the team that she was in lost. She wanted to go and apologize to them, especially Molly because she got hit pretty bad. But instead Ariella decided to go somewhere else... the hallway. Yup, that's where she mostly was. The same place that Shane saw her, Ariella sat down on the ground, her knees close to her chest while her arms were wrapped around her knees. Ariella sighed biting her bottom lips while looking around the hallway. "I am pretty hungry....I need to do something about my powers... because of me, we lost. Uhhhh. Sometimes I really just hate my powers..." she said laying her head on her knee, her stomach grumbled a bit too!

Ariella wandered off on her own. Shrugging slightly James and headed out himself. He made a pencil and notepad and started writing. The powerhouses that he encountered in that class got him thinking. He couldn't exactly increase his powers, but he could probably use them for a device or something. It would definitely take some time to figure out and probably longer to make it. There was an advantage to having worked with some advanced mechanics before coming here. He did walk by Ariella on his way to the cafeteria. Stopping he looked down to where she was sitting. "Something the matter Ariella?"

As they entered the medbay, Molly groaned and practically flopped down on the nearest bed like a breathless trout. Her hammer followed her down and seemed to take up a position at the foot of the bed. She looked around slowly, lone eye wandering around the room as her face softened. She felt very tired and very dizzy, but she knew that she couldn't let herself fall asleep. She looked to Dimitri and threw up a slow thumbs-up, "Than's f'that bud. S'a great way t' make up f' brainin' me." She could only let out a weak laugh before groaning from the pain and nausea. "There a nurse or... I dunno. A nurse?"

Dimitri could only sigh at Ryan's words, some people sought motivation from different things, and while he might not have agreed with Ryan's particular source, it was not up to him to judge what kept his classmate going. After entering the medbay and watching Molly's less than graceful transition to the bed, Dimitri fought back yet another wave of shame and chuckled at her thumbs up and thanks, "Yeah. Sor- *ahem* no problem.". The moment Molly inquired about a nurse, one appeared in the form of a slightly older woman with greying hair and some slight wrinkles formed from years of frowning at children. The woman eyed both Dimitri and Molly with a raised eyebrow, "Combat training?" she inquired to the cyborg as Molly seemed unfit to answer, "Team building exercise." he replied sheepishly. The nurse nodded knowingly with a sigh and pointed at Molly, "I'm going to go ahead and assume she's the patient seeing as you're...well...", Dimitri held up a hand to stop her, "No need to say it, I can fix myself. Right now however she could use some help, ma'am.". The nurse nodded and, after seeing all of the blood matting Molly's hair and eye gingerly checked the girl's head for injuries, sucking in a sharp breath as she saw the source of the blood, "What on earth caused this?". Dimitri looked to the floor and cleared his throat, "I uh...I head butted her during the class.". The cyborg kept his eyes on the ground as he could practically feel the nurse turn and try to glare a hole in him. "Well there's a nasty looking gash on the back of her head. She may have a concussion and be in need of sutures, but I can't be certain until we clean up this blood and cut away some of her hair to get a better look. There's a sink with some fresh cloths behind you, soak a few of them in some warm water. I'll go grab the suture kit and some pain medication, perhaps even a cold compress. And you-" the nurse looked back at Molly and pointed at her, almost poking her in the nose with her finger, "Try not to move anymore than you already have. I should've been sent to grab you instead of you getting up and walking here. I'll be right back.". As Dimitri got to work soaking the cloths, the nurse disappeared around a corner to fetch the supplies.

Ryan watched the scene impassively. He took out his phone and looked at the time. "I give this 20 minutes before we're out of here. The nurse is most likely going to grab the new medication that came in yesterday, which is proven to not only dull pain but help the healing process as well. She will arrive in precisely one minute and 23 seconds." He said to himself as he started a stopwatch on his phone. "Suturing the wound will take maybe five minutes, I've never had to have a wound sutured so I wouldn't know. The nurse will either enter in our presence here in the logbook and everyone leaves or Molly stays. Molly will most likely try to leave with or without permission." He continued talking to himself. He then realized that there were people around him still. "That's just a guess though." He put on a fake smile.

Violet looks down at his hand and brushes passed it. After all that has happened, she doesn't really feel in the mood to talk to anyone. "Um," she starts. "I think I'm just going to go read a book in my room for a little bit. I don't really want to do anything at the moment." She turns and stalks to her room without saying anything else to him.

Jack would have been pretty much speechless as Violet walked away. He wasn't good at dealing with women in general, and he wasn't sure if he had done something, said something wrong? His words were stuck in his throat, and he wasn't sure if he should chase her or let her walk away? His hand subconsciously rubbed at the ring he was wearing on his finger, the one she had given him, and sighed nervously, looking around at everyone else. He stuck his hands in his pocket and went walking out to the halls, not really looking where he was going.

Ariella wandered off on her own. Shrugging slightly James and headed out himself. He made a pencil and notepad and started writing. The powerhouses that he encountered in that class got him thinking. He couldn't exactly increase his powers, but he could probably use them for a device or something. It would definitely take some time to figure out and probably longer to make it. There was an advantage to having worked with some advanced mechanics before coming here. He did walk by Ariella on his way to the cafeteria. Stopping he looked down to where she was sitting. "Something the matter Ariella?"

Ariella sighed standing up from the ground, and now noticing James walking to her and speaking to her. "Hey..James.." she smiled at him. "Congratulations on your win, again. Hah. And ummmm.." well the reason why Ariella was like this was because she thought her team lost because of her.. it might be the truth or not but that's what she thought. "I just.... I really feel like...my team lost because of me, you know?" Ariella sighed crossing her arms close to her chest and tilting her head to the side, arching an eyebrow at James. "So, how does it feel to win huh? I was a bit sad because you left our team."